After Dumping My Ex I Married His Best Friend

CHAPTER ONE THE WEDDING PLAN Amie “Babe, please don't do this right now." I groaned holding my stomach as pain churned at my inside. “Relax, it won't hurt." He poked his hardened d**k at my p***y trying to force himself in. My hands gripped the bathroom top as he glided in and began to pump in and out. Just this once. I had to endure him before he travelled for a business trip. My name is Amie and my boyfriend is a s*x maniac. Every day and night, he craved for s*x like a beast in rut. I couldn't stop him or say no to him because I loved so much I'd do anything for his pleasure. This is the fifth round in a roll we are doing it and my stomach was beginning to hurt from the banging and being shoved on the bathroom counter. He groaned in satisfaction. His body vibrated and warm c*m filled my inside. Never for once in all his s*x escapade had I orgasmed in a satisfying way. But I endured because what mattered was the heart and not the flesh. After shoving in a few times, he s*****d my ass and walked out of the bathroom like we had not just had s*x for almost five hours straight. I peeled myself from the counter aching down there. A part of me wanted this to stop but how can I say no to him. Denise has been sweet to me he bought me gives, took me out on dates and spent quality time with me whenever he wasn't on a business trip. Even though he didn't say it, I knew from his actions that he loved me. I went under the shower. Warm water cascaded my body, rejuvenating my worn-out muscles. Remembering I still had work to do, I hastened my shower time. In a matter of seconds, I was corporately dressed in a brown two piece suit. Downstairs, Denise was having a cup of coffee while on a call. He refilled another cup and placed it in front of me then picked my cheek. My cheeks flushed from his kind gesture. He always made me a cup of coffee. “Are you sure you can go to work?" He ended the call and faces me. "Yeah. I have to finish up the wedding project I told you about. It's Cecilia's wedding and I want it to be perfect," I said the last part dreamily. A smile stretched his lips making my heart skip. “I am sure she won't mind. But if you insist. Who am I to disagree?" He brushed a strand hair behind my ear then moved behind me. My back straightened, my breath caught as he caressed my neck. Oh! Not again. “Relax, babe." Something cold drapped on my neck. I ran my hand across the crystal necklace as he clipped it on me. “Denise." My breath caught. “This is beautiful." "Anything for you my love." He pecked my lips briefly. “Once I come back from my business trip I am going to buy us a new house." “A new house!" My eyes widened as I jumped against him. “Oh, I love it." “It's going to be bigger than this one. We will have plenty of kids and enough space for them to run around." I squealed, peppering his face with kisses. Finally, my dream is coming true. Denise and I as husband and wife in a big mansion with children. I must have saved a country in my past life to deserve this. “I love you, Denise." "I know." He squeezed my ass cheek a bit then ambled out of the kitchen. A sigh escaped from my mouth as I ran my hand over the necklace again. He never reciprocated my declaration of love back and deep down it wrecked me. At the office my team and I quickly ran through the wedding designs and decorations for my best friend's wedding. I owed an interior design company. Though it was a small business, I got a couple of clients who loved my designs and came for more projects. While the meeting was going on, I gripped the folds of my belly. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I shifted on my chair. My period ended last week. Yet my abdomen hurt like overstimulated cramps. I ran my hand over the aching spot enduring the pain as much as I could until the meeting was over. As I rose to my heel, the walls tilted and a loud thud reverbated in my ears and everywhere went black. I blinked my eyes open slowly. The smell of antispectic whiffed in the air and the humidifier wasn't helping with the mentholated smell. "You are awake! Thank God, let me call the doctor." My assistant's face hovered over myine with worry written all over her face. She rushed out and shortly came back with a doctor. I sat up feeling weak but the pain had stopped. “What's wrong with me doctor?" I asked dryly. He sighed then I looked at my assistant. Tears were brimming in her eyes. I looked back at the doctor confused as to the moody vibe between them. “Miss Chamberlain, you have stomach cancer." The room went still. A sound buzzed in my ears as if my senses had heightened from the news. It was as if the world had taken a twist and I was in it. “I…I don't understand. How can I have stomach cancer?" My throat went dry. My mind switching through a memory lane of my life. “And it's a high chance you won't be able to have children." “Impossible!" I shattered like glass. "Denise and I already planned on having many kids. Doctor please don't treat me like this." "I am sorry, miss. All I can do is help you get better. It's a stage two cancer. Chemotherapy is the only solution right now and I am afraid it will affect your uterus." “Oh God!" Tears streamed down my eyes as I covered my mouth with my hand. My whole body was shaking and my temperature had taken a hit. How could this happen to me? What wrong did I do to deserve this? God, why me? What will Denise think if he finds out I can't have children for him anymore? “Doc, please is there anyway I can avoid chemotherapy? I need to be able to have children. Can I still get pregnant?" “Pregnancy is a high risk and survival chances is zero. Please, it's best advised you sign up for chemotherapy to save your life." “You don't get it doc. My life is ruin if I can have a child for the man I love. What's the point of being alive if I can't have children?" At this point I was beyond reasoning. I couldn't stand the idea of not being a mother, unable to give Denise the bundle of joy I promise we would have together. My assistant crouched to my side and wrapped her arms over my shoulder. She cried like she was the one with the bad news and it touched me deeply. After counseling with my doctor, I signed up for chemotherapy. I didn't know what to do next. Call Denise, tell him about my visit to the hospital? Visit Cecilia and reveal the sad story? I couldn't accept what have become of me. My inability to give birth to a child for Denise. My fingers tightened around my shirt. Pain gnawing at my chest. I don't know how I did it, but somehow I found myself in front of Cecilia's apartment. I punched in her passcode and let myself into her flat. I heard her giggle in her bedroom. A small smile tucked on the corners of my mouth as I ambled towards her door. "Thank you, honey. I love it so much. Muah." “I glad you like it. After we get married. We will have our honeymoon in Hawaii or Maldives." I paused at her door for a second. That voice, why did it sound like Denise? I slowly punished the door open and found Cecilia on her bed kicking and giggling over jewelries scattered around her bed. “Cecilia, who are you talking to?" I asked with my heart in my hand. She rolled her eyes and blew a kiss to the phone before she ended the call. Then faced me. “Who else will I be talking to if not my fiance?" She smiled, climbing out of her bed of diamonds. “Oh…I am sorry I thought I heard Denise's voice." “Sometimes people sound alike. Come let me show you my new collection of diamonds." She pulled me towards her bed. Seeing her smile and excited about her wedding. I couldn't bring myself to tell her about my condition. I swallowed the words down my throat and let it hook me alone. As she flaunted her jewelries, a particular necklace caught my eyes. It was the same one Denise had given to me. I reached out my hand to touch it but Cecilia swatted my hand away frowning. “Don't touch it. This is a limited edition necklace. I will be wearing it for my wedding and I don't want anything to happen to it." “Oh, I didn't mean to. Sorry, it just looked like the same necklace Denise got me this morning." “Denise bought you a necklace?" She questioned with a voice that I couldn't quite understand. “It's probably fake." She laughed awkwardly. “Maybe," I mumbled under my breath. I am overthinking things. Denise will never cheat on me. Let alone with my best friend.